About two days a week I would be late because I was taking flying lessons in the morning (I had worked a cheaper deal with my instructor because he could teach me before he went to work instead of him getting home later.).
The deal I had with Mr. Lessard was pretty simple- Make all of my written and oral compositions about my flying adventures, and there would be no tardiness documented.
So one day I sat down and looked up the word "fly" in my dictionary. It said "mosca."
In my 17 year old wisdom, I turned that word into a verb. "Moscar": To fly.
Mr. Lessard immediately starts laughing like a crazy man, but I just kept going. We had a deal.
At the end of the oral composition,he's siting there rubbing the tears out of his eye and trying to stop laughing. Now I want to know what the hell was so funny.
He stops crying/laughing long enough to explain that the particular word I chose was the spanish word for the insect "fly." "Volar" would have been the proper choice for the verb "to fly."
For awhile in the 90s, I flew for a small company here in Aspen. I told this story to my Captain and he started laughing too. He had done the very same boo-boo in high school that I did. He had a very similar deal with his Math teacher.
We became known around the airport as Mosca-One and Mosca-Two.
Jeffrey Teaford
Mr. Lessard was a good man and a great teacher.
During my senior year I had spanish first period.
About two days a week I would be late because I was taking flying lessons in the morning (I had worked a cheaper deal with my instructor because he could teach me before he went to work instead of him getting home later.).
The deal I had with Mr. Lessard was pretty simple- Make all of my written and oral compositions about my flying adventures, and there would be no tardiness documented.
So one day I sat down and looked up the word "fly" in my dictionary. It said "mosca."
In my 17 year old wisdom, I turned that word into a verb. "Moscar": To fly.
Mr. Lessard immediately starts laughing like a crazy man, but I just kept going. We had a deal.
At the end of the oral composition,he's siting there rubbing the tears out of his eye and trying to stop laughing. Now I want to know what the hell was so funny.
He stops crying/laughing long enough to explain that the particular word I chose was the spanish word for the insect "fly." "Volar" would have been the proper choice for the verb "to fly."
For awhile in the 90s, I flew for a small company here in Aspen. I told this story to my Captain and he started laughing too. He had done the very same boo-boo in high school that I did. He had a very similar deal with his Math teacher.
We became known around the airport as Mosca-One and Mosca-Two.
Jeff Teaford